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I still can't sleep

In the filthy darkness of my life

The bathroom red for my blood

I've been locked up for months

With needles around

And a rope that became my only way out

I hate you so much,

I don't even want to look at you

you make me nauseous

I want to pretend that you are dead

You don't exist for me

You made me shit

Now my blood I start to spit

I'm still drowning in loneliness

I'm cold here

I'm scared here

I hate you here

It's hard for me to open my eyes

I like to feel the euphoria

Chills run through my body

Everything became boring

Do you still have hope?

Do you still think you deserve it?

Do you still think I want to continue?

How many more times?